Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4) - Eva Chase Page 0,64
between us to undo the lacing on his trousers. Fuck the cool night air against my suddenly bare ass or any concern about where we’d find a new pair of pants to prevent a very revealing walk of shame back onto the RV—I wanted my lover inside me, filling me with all the power his body could offer.
Thorn whirled us in the air again and settled me over him with incredible steadiness that clashed with the storm of hunger in his eyes. As I sank onto him, we groaned together.
His cock was even more massive in his shadowkind form, but the burn of it stretching me felt so fucking good, like he was both splitting me in two and the only force in the universe holding me together. Every particle in me quivered with desire for more.
Our mouths crashed together, no room for tenderness left in our hunger for each other. I swayed against the warrior, slowly as my body adjusted to his girth and then faster as I could handle more.
Each burst of friction sent a rush of pleasure roaring through my body, along with noises wilder than I’d known I had in me. Thorn gripped my ass and the back of my head, moving with me, his strength radiating through every facet of our joining.
He plunged deeper still, and a moan spilled from my mouth into his. His wings sent us careening higher. I’d never felt anything like this, racing toward my peak inside while my body hurtled upward in unison.
The tingling of ecstasy washed through me from my core out to the tips of my fingers and toes, swelling sharper and harder. With one final thrust, it exploded inside me with such force that all I could do was cling to Thorn and shudder.
Thorn came too, with a ringing bellow that wrapped around me in its passion. His arms squeezed tighter, as if he never meant to let me go. I did melt into him then, flying high and yet perfectly grounded by this monstrous man who was still mine for at least one more moment.
18
Sorsha
“Souvlaki and moussaka, here we come!” Ruse announced as we roared away from the border crossing between Albania and Greece. Just a few cajoling words with the border patrol, and they’d been waving us through with broad smiles.
The incubus glanced back from the wheel to shoot a grin Snap’s way. “Just wait until you see how many edible delicacies there are to discover here.”
The devourer’s forked tongue flicked across his lips. He leaned past the driver’s seat to check the dash. “Perhaps we should be stopping for more gas soon? And Sorsha will need more to eat before much longer.” He caught my eye with a playful glint in his.
“Yes, all for our mortal’s benefit, I’m sure,” Ruse teased, but I thought I could still hear a hint of tension in his voice that had been there ever since he’d informed the rest of us yesterday that his charmed hacker had found a promising lead that pointed us to Crete. Something about this venture bothered him.
The traces of phone calls and emails the hacker had dug up suggested there might be someone out on the ancient island who’d been working very closely with Tempest, though, so whatever the problem was, he’d obviously decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. The next time I got him alone, I’d have to prod him about it.
I was starting to see how the ability to simply peek inside people’s heads could be awfully tempting.
“Straight flush!” Antic declared, slapping her playing cards down on the table where I’d agreed to a few rounds of poker with her and the equines just to pass the time. Snap had briefly joined in until we’d switched to bidding with pennies rather than strawberries—which was really his own fault for eating them all.
Maybe that was for the best, though, because the imp was proving to be a menace. She chortled to herself as she scooped up more copper to add to her already considerable heap, and Bow let out a snort of frustration.
Omen emerged from the shadows in the hall and gave us a baleful look, but he managed not to remark again about how much faster we could have gotten to Crete if he’d stuck me on a plane and then hopped the RV through a couple of rifts. Gisele’s usually sparkly temperament had become more like the glint of a sharpened scalpel the last time he’d brought it up.